When You're Pregnant During a Pandemic
I’m a war correspondent, but nothing prepared me for navigating the joys and fears of pregnancy under lockdown
On February 27, I summited Mount Kilimanjaro and immediately had a desperate urge to pee. I should have known then, squatting in the snow next to the sign marking the summit, that I was pregnant. But it wasn’t until after I had come down the mountain, exhausted and nauseous, that two little lines confirmed what I had hoped for: I was pregnant.
I thought accidentally climbing Kilimanjaro in my first trimester would be my greatest pregnancy story—one about unexpected joy, about harnessing a strength I didn’t know I had. Then the coronavirus arrived.
Now, here I am, eight weeks and one day pregnant, on lockdown in my home in Barcelona, and I am hoping the baby growing in my womb, who made it to the
